My name is Alice, and I’ve been married for almost two years now. My husband, Sam, belonged to a middle-class family and I came from an upper-middle-class family. And things have been a little rocky. But the amount of love between us never changed. We don’t have any children yet, so we decided to hold on because my husband wasn’t financially stable yet and kids required a lot of finance. I didn’t care about the money he had or hadn’t. I was just happy to be with him. Ours was an arranged marriage, but we fell in love at first sight. He proved to me that he would love and cherish me and that’s all I wanted and needed. But sometimes love is not enough. There are some needs that can’t be delayed, and it made him so tense. He wanted to fulfill all my wants and needs but couldn’t. Currently, he was a freelancer, working for different artists. He was looking for a job too, but his goal was to do his own work because although a job provided stability, it didn’t provide growth. “So, did y
A human being’s life involves love, marriage, kids, the kids’ marriage, old age, and then death. But some human beings don’t get to experience a stage or two. For example, some people never get married. And if they do, they don’t have kids. Both things could be by choice or natural, but every human being wants these things. Life feels meaningless without them. The latter was the case for Mark and Alisha. They had been married for five years but couldn’t bear a baby. Naturally. It’s not like they hadn’t been trying. Alisha was pressurized every day by the people around her to have a baby, as if she had a say in it, which she didn’t. Things that happen naturally are in no one’s control. All you can do is try. “I love you so much, Mark,” Alisha said as she kissed Mark with all her love. Their lips moved in sync and their tongues danced together. Mark was as hard as a rock already; he had been since he saw Alisha in the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen; a fishnet stocking that covere
I’ve been the least popular girl in college for as long as I can remember. People think I’m weird just because I’m a little overweight, and wear braces. Yes, I stutter sometimes but only when I’m nervous and because I’m socially awkward. I wasn’t always like that; I did have friends when I was in primary school. But they turned against me, humiliating me in front of the whole school, making me a laughingstock. Since then, I’ve never had any friends, no boyfriends, no other human interactions other than my parents, who I usually avoided speaking to about these problems. I couldn’t tell them what happened to me or why I didn’t bring home any friends from school. Since I never had friends, I obviously never had a boyfriend either. I’ve been so alone, crying myself to sleep every night. Even if someone new accidentally came up to talk to me, I would drive them away with my awkwardness. Everything felt so unreal sometimes. I felt like giving up a million times, having suicidal thoughts
Saleema was a twenty-year-old girl in a Desi family. As Desi's family rules go, she was supposed to get married soon to a guy probably 10 years older than her. She was starting to get worried about her looming fate, as she and her boyfriend were out on a date. She wanted to marry Sikander, her boyfriend, but she knew her parents would never agree. Sikander was only 3 years older than her, and she had a good understanding of him. She did not want to marry an old stranger. And if they knew she had a boyfriend, no one would want to marry her. Saleema and Sikander were at the movies, watching the latest romantic movie at their request of Saleema. They were sitting in a corner seat, where it was mostly dark, and not many people were in the seats around them. Saleema was engrossed completely in the movie when Sikander held her hand that was resting on the armrest. Saleema immediately got distracted by the small electric shocks that ran through her body every time Sikander touched her. Sh
Everyone has their own demons to deal with, and everyone has a different way of dealing with them. Some ignore them, others feed them. Feeding them in ways that are considered negative in society. It’s been two and a half years since our marriage, and I’ve noticed Bryan, my husband, trying to control his anger on many different occasions, but I never asked him about it. It was probably for the best that I didn’t. I noticed it sometimes in the way he had sex aggressively sometimes. For example, this one time when he almost lost control and was about to slap me in the face. - “I love you so much,” I told him as he kissed my neck passionately, right in the soft spot. “I love you too, baby girl,” he told me back. Hearing any form of appraisal is a turn-on for most women. So, I was immediately wet. He kept kissing and nibbling on my neck which made me wetter in return. He trailed kisses slowly up my neck until he reached my mouth. He didn’t kiss me, instead licked my lips completely
We’ve lived in this place for as long as I remembered. I was born in this house. This has been my home. But now we were moving. To a different city altogether. I was sad but also excited to see a new city. Nineteen years was a long time in a single city and the opportunities and people that the new city would bring had me captivated. “Did you pack up all your things?” Mom asked me as she walked by my room. “Yes, mom,” I told her. I had been packing since last night so I wouldn’t leave a single thing behind. Almost 7 boxes were filled up from all the stuff I owned. I heard the new house we were moving into is bigger than this one, so hopefully, I would have enough space left over even after placing the stuff from these 7 boxes. I was a hoarder of books. 3 of these 7 boxes were just books I owned. I would buy books, read some of them, and never give them away. I wouldn’t want to miss even a single one. We were off at about 10 A.M. in the morning. We were supposed to arrive by 6 P
He kept moving closer to me and my breathing started picking up from arousal, anticipation, and a little fear. “Do you need my help, Perrie?” He asked me in a low, seductive voice. Wetness started pooling between her thighs just by his voice. I didn’t know what to say. I had never been in a situation like this before, where I wanted someone so bad it hurt. He was waiting for my reply, but I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t say no because I needed him badly, but I didn’t want to say yes either and seemed desperate. “Say it, Perrie,” he said my name again. My name leaving his sexy lips was more turning on for me. I wanted to feel his lips over mine. “Yes,” I finally let the words leave my lips and his lips were on mine before I even finished my answer. Sparks exploded behind my eyes as his lips started moving in sync with mine hungrily. I had never felt anything like this before and I didn’t know if I could survive without it now. His tongue licked my lips, asking me for permis
“I have something for you, my sweetness,” a low, dark voice called out in Sara’s empty bedroom. She jolted awake, looking here and there, searching for the source of the voice but no one was around. She thought it was probably a dream and started to lie back down to go to sleep. “Did you not hear me, you slut?” The voice came again a little louder this time and now Sara was sure she wasn’t imagining things. “Who is it?” She called out to her room but she could see no one. “Ah, so you can finally hear me now. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to hear my voice, my love,” the dark voice echoed throughout her room, and she was suddenly terrified. She started sweating, even though the temperature was below 15 degrees. “Who are you?” She asked no one. “An admirer of yours,” the voice called back, “if you can hear me now, that means I can touch you now as well,” he said and suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her bare legs under the duvet. She looked below the duvet but could see n